I’m pro-cohabitation.

I only know because one of my besties in Nashville birthed a baby the same day I got on a plane. So yesterday, when she tells me, “Yep, he’s eight weeks old exactly,” my brain immediately thinks, “Man, I’ve been home for eight weeks and a day.”

Which means, God bless ’em, I’ve been living with a married couple for eight weeks while I’ve been trying to find my next home. Sure, I didn’t think it would last eight weeks, but alas. It has.

We’re gonna call them The Givers. That is not their real name.

No reason to expose their real identity because….

they never signed up to be blog fodder

they live a bit more quietly than I do

when you hear how great my life has been, you’re gonna want to move in with them too and they aren’t into running a bed and breakfast.

It has been a blast. I can’t even tell y’all. They are some of the most generous and wonderful people I’ve ever known. And something I’m growing to learn about myself is that I totally love co-habitating.

[Probably the more appropriate term is “community living” but co-habitation is just way funnier. But you know what I mean.]

Here’s why co-habitation with The Givers has been awesome.

1. They buy the kind of popcorn that just say “BUTTER” and it is delicious.

3. We all love the same TV shows. So when the three of us settle into the house at night, there is no awkward “who gets to watch what they like” moments. We just start the DVR and all are pleased.

[Caveat: They don’t DVR The Waltons. But I don’t mind.]

4. Living with a boy who is married to one of my dearest friends is awesome. I can ask him guy questions. “When that boy texted that, what did he mean?” and the like. So pretty much, the conversations my other guy friends avoid, Mr. Giver can’t avoid. Because he lives with me. Boom.

Loved this post! I have been specifically praying for a place for you, so this is great. Sounds like the Givers were a gift from the Lord for your transition time. I continue to be so blessed by your words, Annie. When I get back to Tennessee next year, I am taking you out for a coffee! (or whatever sort of beverage you want, actually)

Love this. I have lived with my pastor and his wife for 2 years (yeah…way longer than 8 weeks, but they have a basement apartment for me, aka they have an upstairs space to breathe outside of my presence, so we’re still good) and man – it’s amazing. And they have two kids so when I don’t feel like being an adult after work, I can jump on the trampoline with them, shoot hoops, or spy on the curious neighbors while pretending to be whatever superhero they are fans of that day. Oh – and when I’m out of cookie dough, they usually have some upstairs. Love it.